Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop out it was a music that i could grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the to the last, it is in the passionate
clear shit! all my want my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i speak that you
it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my poetry is deep and i'm still mad at the way i to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like trying smoke and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's any minute i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of would happen if bush rapped
i bully rappers so bad lyrically
it ain't even funny, i even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to with shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm brutal
no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no more humor in it, no you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the game in a
million sold all independently,
so when you me
sure you got together your 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i have no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if memory me correct
i her under the christmas tree.
hov ain't have no pops
thank god, man, i had the
ya'll hear me
you fucks got the game all wrong
this is my life, man, ain't no song!
you ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your house
in that room, pullin' the cars out
and the pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself
you american pie, feeling yourself!

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i up early on my born day, i'm twenty years of blessing
the essence of adolescent leaves my body now i'm in
my frame is celebrated cause i made it
one quarter through life god-ly like thing created
got rhymes 365 days plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss while i puffs
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein maintain
don't go against the simple and plain!
when i was young at this i to do my thing hard
robbin' take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the flashin' my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' blunts hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i used to run
is rich or doin in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- of sayin fuck tomorrow
that buck that a bottle could've struck the lotto.
i stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small to get my loot back
is illmatic keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic that crack whole cabbage!